Nobody thinks that the album that won AOTY was better in quality than other albums in any sense of the word. stop being purposefully dense as to what I meant

the hair flip is taking me out

You talking about the Jon Batiste album that just won? I wholeheartedly agree that the album was musically better than the other albums there

People like the Grammys, fantano, pitchfork etc are good for anything that’s not rap. Their rap reviews/awards mean nothing.

you have this opinion and your top listened to artist is c***harlow? I'll disregard your opinions from now on, thanks for the warning

Damn it's "Drake can't do this" cope hours now

Love seeing the thread go through its stages of grief

Don’t use Spotify anymore but yes! Block me while you’re at it too so you don’t have to see them

Real for bumping the young king Weiland though

I haven’t listened to the album in a while but yeah that album was dope as hell

yawn fm'ers coming out the woodworks fr

then he got beat at coachella

And don’t forget he got pissed on by one of TIs boys

I rolled off the Danielle, the groupie who was laying on my bed under me and took a deep breath. I shrugged her off as she tried to cuddle close to me.

“Look, you know the deal,” I said coldly. We had been f***ing on and off for the past month or so after I met her at a club downtown. She knew that once I came, she was supposed to get out of my bed, and out of my house. That had always been the way things went with us. She got up and started pulling her dress back on.

“When are you gonna let me spend the night Aubrey,” She whined. I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood to be hearing this. She always tried to pull this guilt bullshit on me.

“First of all, what did I say about calling me Aubrey? That’s something my family and close friends call me. You’re neither. Call me Drake, like I asked. Second, you know how this s*** goes. You aren’t my girlfriend so stop whining like I owe you something,” I said. She’s lucky the p**** was good, because she was a f***ing handful.

“All we ever do is f***, why can’t we be something more? Why can’t we be together,” She asked, her eyes tearing up. I sighed as I sat up. Here we go again.

“I don’t wanna be with you Danielle. I don’t wanna be with anyone right now. You know your role in my life and if you’re not okay with that, you can be replaced,” I said as I reached over and grabbed my boxers off the floor. I pulled them on before I flopped back down on the bed.

“Will you at least walk me out,” She asked. I groaned as I got up. Clearly this was the easiest way to get her the hell out of here. I walked her to the door, not touching her at all. I opened the door and stepped aside so she could leave. She turned around and tried to kiss me but I dodged it and her lips landed on my cheek. I could see a hint of hurt it her eyes but I didn’t care. I didn’t let these hoes kiss me. No one had kissed me since her. I headed back to my room and flopped down on the bed. I grabbed the remote and turned the television on. I needed something to drown out all this silence. But mostly I needed something to drown out my thoughts. Being back in Toronto always put the thoughts of her back in my head. She’s all I could think about lately. Hell, she’s all I had been able to think about for a long time. I can’t believe it’s been almost two and a half years since I’ve seen her. I never thought I’d say that. Me and Cassie were high school sweethearts, we were together for over three years. She was the most amazing woman I had ever met. She always knew exactly what I needed. We understood each other in a way that I’ve never experienced with another person. She always supported my dreams, that is, until they took off. After my first album came out, everything changed. She realized that she couldn’t handle the fame and attention. She hated the paparazzi always being wherever we were. She hated all the traveling, she was used to having me all to herself and she didn’t know how to react when I left for weeks or months at a time. I had just moved back to Toronto from Miami last month and I had been hoping to see her. But at the same time I didn’t wanna run into her. It would just make it harder if I saw her again. She left me. She used to sleep in this bed right next to me and then one day I came home from touring and she was gone. She had packed up and moved out while I was away. It still hurt to think about that. I wasn’t even worth the explanation for her, she just left. How is that fair? I know the fame was hard to adjust to, but I know that can’t be the only reason she left. There has to be something else, but I don’t know what it is. I rubbed my hand across my face. She did this to me. She turned me into this guy who just wanted to hit it and quit it. I wasn’t like this before she left. I actually used to be a pretty decent guy. Now all I do is have s***with random girls who I really have no interest in being with. I don’t know why I do it. It hasn’t made me feel better about losing Cassie. I know it’s a s***ty way to treat women but here we are. Part of me hates Cassie. She broke my heart in a way that I never imagined. A bigger part of me still misses her though. Even though she broke my heart, I still miss her more than anything. She was my ride or die. She knew exactly how to take care of me. I haven’t been able to find that since. And I don’t think I ever will. They say everyone has one soul mate, and I might have already lost mine.

nah, people just be soft

Gave Macklebore 4 of them s***s in one night and we never heard from that man again but to Kendrick stans, that's the height of musical achievement.

Dram was the one who got beat at coachella goofy

That s*** was lame fr. It’s niggas that really disrespected him over the years but he went at the most harmless one that didn’t even diss him like that fr

Says a lot about ktt that they think s*** like this is hard

kendrick doesn't care about numbers!!

But what about the piss?

Drake still got pissed on

Good for him?

looking back we will all remember the john baptiste album for being the most peak music possible